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When her struggles became too exhausting, and her bottom cheeks were so sore that she could not even clench them without pain, only then did the hard, punishing hand come to rest on the throbbing surface of Jordan’s bottom. She was limp over his lap, aware now of the thickness of the hard thighs she was draped over, of how petite she was compared to him. What the hell had she been thinking, coming back here? What the hell had she been thinking, snooping around?

Her ass felt like it was on fire, and she could see the floor under her face was wet with her own shed tears. And then Jordan was aware of how quiet it was, save for her own pathetic hitches of breath. And she was aware of something else, the sensation of the Russian’s huge hand resting on her freshly spanked bottom. She froze and slowly looked back at him.

“You will behave now, no?” The question was accompanied by a light but proprietary squeeze to her right nate that sent an unexpected current of warmth through her body—an unexpected sensation that condensed to an embarrassing throb between her legs. Pleasure. She could not deny that was what she felt, and the shame of this was almost worse than the spanking.

“Six strokes. They will be hard but you can take this, and you will learn from it.”

“Yes, Jarl. Please, be quick…”

The timing of her punishment was for him to determine, but he would not take issue with her on this right now. Instead, he unfastened the pin that secured his great wolf skin cloak and dropped the garment to the ground, then he unbuckled his sword belt. Mairead flinched again at the sound of the leather coming free, but she held her position. Her shoulders were stiff, her legs straight. Her pretty, pink quim was just barely visible, the delicate lips of her cunny quivering between her upper thighs. He wondered if he should instruct her to spread her legs and allow him a decent view of what was his.

Fellatio for all, so that no one went crazy with lust for a girl who belonged to someone else, or—as in Lauren’s current case—whose submissive eroticism had not yet reached the necessary ripeness for thorough sexual use. And, for a girl’s owner, frequent inspection. They represented foundational principles of the owners’ club, which John greatly enjoyed putting into practice. No occasion for doing so gave him greater pleasure than the first time he told a girl to take off her clothes for him.

“I…” Lauren began. “But…” Another twitch. “All of them, sir?” she asked in a whisper.

“Hey! You can’t do that,” she screeched, turning around to try and pull her pants up. There went her compliance. Grabbing her wrist, I pinned it to her back as I said, “This is going to be a bare bottom spanking, one that you’ve earned. If you try and interfere again, I’ll go get my handcuffs to stop you from moving and afterwards, you’ll be punished with a bar of soap in your mouth. So, I suggest you reach for your pillow if you want to hold onto something.”

I released her hand and without another word, her arms wrapped around her pillow and she hung on.